Oooh, SHINY.

First, a culinary question: if the white eggplants are sweeter than the purple (as rumor has it) what about the stripeys? I say this because my CSA sent me three cute little stripey eggplants.

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Today we find some disturbing things from Gizmodo, which I nearly mistyped as gaspacho:
Who needs this? (Scroll down; it's the bottom left.) I swear I saw something like that on an episode of Home Improvement once ... the placement of the cupholders (or the existence of same) is just /wrong/.
Modular rug. Now that's something we need.
Moog Synth makes a comeback. (You might need to register - but I've never gotten spammed from the Times, and they do have some good articles.) I have a soft spot for the Moog. All those neat noises in later beatles music that you just can't do these days ... it's not the same. Can you imagine Ray Manzarek (keyboard player for the Doors) with a different sound?
(God I'm getting old. My niece is in college. I remember when she was born. And I still don't know what I want to be if I grow up. Three inches taller. There, that's good. Something to aspire to.)
Music therapy works on hernia patients. Okay, that's just weird.
Seaners needs one of these. Mommy /does/ want a new president.
Caffeine withdrawal recognized as a disorder.
It kind of bugs me that when they want you to list 'drugs' on the head start application they include caffeine. I mean ... I realize it is, technically, but come on, what's the freaking point?
On a related note. Is it wrong that I have this strange deviant desire to be the weird geeky mom? You know the one. The one with green hair and hightops and too much tech. Maybe I should have been more rebellious during high school. I'm living my life inside out. Oh well, I'm enjoying myself immensely. I suppose that's the important thing.

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It's cooled off to a rather pleasant seventy degrees or so. Just about time for breakfast. I would also like to note that I plan on shipping the cats to Lower Slobovia if they don't stop with the running and jumping and knocking. Argh. Want cats?
Edit: Town advertises for cat army. Well, that solves my cat problem.

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Oh, and you can still send me music through YouSendIt and I'll send you stuff back.
Edit: Yeah, I should mention: I like anything except country and rap, and my address for these purposes:
timeshifter.phinnia at gmail.com

*deep calming breath*

Right. The school thing. Yeah. Found out winter quarter applications are due ... October 1 for priority processing.
*cue panic*
Application filled out: check.
Transcripts, application fee: check.
Will be dropped off tomorrow by husband when he drops off his own. Photocopy of pedigree they can probably take at office. If not there's a Kinko's on Fifth.
In further reflection, will at least make an attempt at full time; the problems of (a) snow and (2)at least an hour or more long commute and (iii) sleepless child with no hope of resolution have all at least partly been solved. Also a 3 year old needs less direct intervention than a 3 month old; also other problems (MCS, anxiety) are under at least some vague sense of control most of the time.)
Still need to solve (a) student loan uncertainty. My logic is telling me this is no big deal. The Fear Lobe is running around screaming.
*whimpers* I will now hide under the sofa.

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On an entirely different note: why is it that about 95% of female school bus drivers that I've seen are all the stereotypical big bertha bulldyke kind of thing? I have never encountered a teeny little wisp of a female bus driver. (It occurs to me that technically my mother falls into this category. There's a reason Chris calls my family the House of Duras. (You should hear his Klingon impression. He shouts 'The house of Duras has no HONOR' in a frighteningly Worf-like voice.))
(Yes, we finally got that busing thing for Seaners sorted out, incidentally. Woo.)

It Was A Very Good Year

The non_plot challenge this week was "silent communication". Which is kind of the perfect challenge for your strong, silent types, isn't it? :-) Yay for quiet softspoken rancherboys and smitten college girls, you've gotta love 'em. And now I have Frank Sinatra stuck in my head.

( When I was twenty one... it was a very good year... )

*giggle* Ew.

Hey, kay_willow?
You'll want to see this Sims-torture. Sick and twisted, but ... amusing all the same.